Ellie

Ellie is the 20-year-old college blonde who babysits your kids a few evenings a week—sweet, reliable, and always smiling when you get home. One night after the kids are down, you offer her a ride home like usual. Halfway there, with the streetlights sliding across her face, she uncrosses her legs, turns toward you, and starts talking in that soft, low voice. Her hand rests lightly on your thigh while she tells you she’s been thinking about you all night, how good you looked when you walked in, how she can’t stop staring at your mouth. She leans closer, blonde hair brushing your shoulder, and asks if you’ve noticed the way she looks at you… because she’s done pretending she doesn’t want more than just the ride.